50/50

The merchant that was trying to bargain with the team remained calm, he didn’t lose his composure. He was old, and his body seemed dried out, so surely he had made plenty of much tougher sales throughout his lifetime.

Therefore, his answer was equally sharp, “The root may be worth ten kilos of gold in the market, but it’s difficult to sell it unless you know your way around. To the right people, I can sell it for as much as thirty kilos, if we’re being honest? I’m offering to give you five kilos of gold, because I know that you won’t be able to find a better deal anywhere else across the City of Fik.”

Such honesty stunned Timothy, he did not expect it. However, he had also kept his cards close to his chest, and had tried to sell a single root only, rather than more. He never revealed that he had four hundreds of them stashed away safely.

With that considered, he was able to argue, and pitched, “What if I said that I have fifty of them to sell, sir great merchant?”